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Naomi

She hated those stairs and therefore, was very grateful when she reached the top and walked through the slightly ajar door. Her ears had picked up Vas' compliment since on the staircase but she paid it no mind. He was probably referring to her sister, the openly beautiful one. Naomi sauntered over to the bar and sat down two stools away from the gentleman from the cafe.

"So, what is everybody talking about?" She kept her eyes trained on the picture of Vas working along Sal. "Hey, what are you guys trying to do with my floor anyway?"

((I messed up the timing for Sal and Naomi. It sucks but is...workable?))

Naomi

"I was bored when I bought that paint, money to spare," she said in her defense, "the store manager had suggested that for some cool effect that went completely over my head. I'm glad that you were able to find out a use for it though. Was taking up too much space." Despite her eyes being on her sister and Vas, she could not help but catch Vincent's glances in her direction.

When was the last time a man, in spite of age, had looked at her like that? She wanted to trust the men in her life but that always used to blow up in her face. What makes this time any different? Once you liked someone, they got control and could do damage if they so please. Naomi smiled faintly and briefly at the question. "No, Vas is the DJ. Sal is his help and well, I'm the owner. We all help with other things as well so the lines of occupation tend to blur at times." Her eyes flashed at him, a trick from her sister. "So, what do you do?" she asked in an effort to make conversation. He was still an idiot.

Vincent

Vincent was leaning against the counter as he watched the two work. For a second he completely missed the question Naomi asked and the slowly turned his head, a horrid fascination on his face at the sight of Vassili's mutant cancer running along his arm.

"I am a professional vagabond. Which means, I don't have a job, or home, or country to call home. I just sorta go where I go and do odd jobs to keep myself wealthy." He chuckled. At least she was attempting to be less of a cold person. It was a start.

"I am sorry about the way I behaved downstairs. It is just my nature to flirt. Who I am, how I get by. And a pretty face always makes me turn into a wagging tailed dog idiot. Just how it works." He flashed one of his devious grins.

Sal

He made her shy and she did not like that at all. If this continued, she was going to lose the bulk of her spunk before all the little boys came to play. Sal stood and walked over to the next side of the square with her roller and dragged the paint tray a position between both of them.

"Yeah, well, my 'kind' words can't save your life. If anything, they could make you smile." As she said this, Sal made it a point not to stretch much but keep herself almost seated for the whole time. She should have asked Nami for something. "Hey, I'll be right back." The young woman headed over to her sister. "Nami, do you have a pants for me? This is skirt is not cutting it." She tugged at the piece of cloth pointedly.

Sal

Sal looked down at her too loose blouse and tiny skirt. "Fine, I'll change it," she conceded and headed for the open doorway on the other side of the Party Hall. In passing way too close to Vas, she winked at him. "Just give me a second, okay?" After that, she was out the door and hurrying down the staircase.

Once inside Nami's room, Sal tiptoed through the mess of a floor and rummaged in her drawers for suitable clothing. That was not very difficult. Her sister had nothing - sexy. It was a huge gathering of oversized shirts, lengthy skirts and track pants. What the hell did she do for dates? Sal thought about that while donning a blue shirt and cutoffs but then reminded herself of who Nami was. She did not go on dates. Most men cannot survive her long enough for that to happen.

With a vanity check in the mirror, Sal bounced out of the room and returned to the Party Hall. She took up her previous position opposite Vas and resumed her work. The girl eyed her sister, promising the older woman that she would help her even if she did not want it.

Vassili

Vassili didn't say anything as she left and when she came back he was amazed at how she could make baggy clothing look hot. Well Naomi did the same thing, but, there were no buts. They were the same, just completely different. He stole a glance at Sal's sister and then looked back at Sal. Maybe all you needed was personality.

"I have to say I liked the skirt and blouse more. Though they were hopelessly impractical for working." He chuckled darkly as they finished another box and were left with just the last one. The songs melded into a Blink 182 mix. Online Songs and and Acoustic version of Godsmack's Keep Away. He had pulled it from an obscure underground site.

"I might be good at mixing, but there are others who are better." They were nearly done. Just a few inches, there.

"Alright, go to one of the corners and start peeling the masking tape up." He moved carefully around the massive box and choose a spot and began peeling. As the tape came up you couldn't tell the difference. The floor was just a shade lighter than the black spray paint. After a few minutes of peeling the tape was up completely and he tossed the tape in one of the massive barrels that were trash cans.

"Are your ready for the crazyness?" With a few gestures the fluorescents turned completely off and then the black lights blinked on. The floor glowed, the white on Vincent's clothing matched and then the strobes began pulsing with the bass, the laser flickering with the chorus and the multi lights changing with the guitar.

"Am I genius or what?" He laughed loudly as the effect was complete.

Sal

Sal smirked at Vas. "I bet you did. Good thing these aren't my usual party clothes, right?"

The music was still going good. Blink 182 was playing again. When they were finished with the painting, Sal peeled off the tape as he had instructed. It did not seem that amazing until the previous blacklights flashed on. The paint was brilliant and Sal could not help laughing with Vas.In answer to his question, Sal stood behind him and whispered into his ear, "No, not really but you do come pretty close."

With the music still playing, Sal grabbed Vas to dance with her. "Please? We could wiggle through one or two songs before the customers come up." The baggy clothes were swallowing her but she tried her best to get a dance step or two out of him.